You Are Mine

A normal couple

Nicole

I pushed and kicked and fought as he brought the scissors closer with a wicked grin. 

"Please Adrian," I cried frantically, "Please don't hurt me like this, please." My pleas fell on deaf ears as he brought the scissors to my collar bone. I shut my eyes closed expecting the most excruciating pain, but instead, I heard the ripping of fabric. 

He chuckled lightly, and I opened my eyes slowly to find him cutting my shirt slowly with the scissors. 

Phew, I muttered. 

"I enjoy pain Nicole, but blood does not turn me on. Also, I'm not going to kill you—not yet." 

A shiver ran through my body at the thought that he did intend to kill me some time from now. My only option now was to do as he said and try to buy myself some time. 

He ripped off the fabric for the rest of the way, and cut my underwear open too. Once again I was bare and thoroughly exposed to him. I turned my face away, as humiliation washed through me. He held my chin and forced me to look at him. 

"You should fear me, but you are not allowed to hide your embarrassment from me. Is that clear?" he asked. 

"Yes master," I whispered, and immediately the words left my mouth, he leaned down and smashed his lips into mine. 

I was shocked at first and refused to kiss him back, but his hand resumed its torture on my breast, and I knew that was a silent command to do what was needed.

I opened my mouth and he bit down on my lip, forcing me to return the kiss. The kiss was forceful, commanding, and demanding. He pushed his tongue inside mine and took mine in his. His fingers found my n****e, and he rolled it between the pad of his thumb and his forefinger, pulling and tugging. I meant to gasp in pain, but it came out as a soft moan against his lips. 

Shit. 

I shamelessly arched my back toward him, closing the space between us, while he continued his passionate kiss, but I tried to convince myself it was because of the pain of my hands behind my back or was it? At that moment, it did not matter that he was the man I hated more than anything else, or that five minutes ago the only thought I had was of strangling him. All my mind could focus on, was his lips pressed against mine, his tongue sucking mine in, and his fingers assaulting my breast.

When he finally pulled away, I wished I could pull him back to me. I turned my head away in embarrassment, and Adrian chuckled lightly. 

"I knew you wanted that too," he said with a proud grin. "But I'm not nearly done with you."

My breast felt heavy and swollen, and I looked down to see my n*****s pink and hardened into beads. He lifted his weight off me and took me to the other side of the room where there were a sofa and a glass table. 

"Sit," he ordered and took a seat on the sofa.  

I looked down at him, hate and anger replacing whatever feeling had built up in me when he kissed me. 

That was just a physical reaction. In reality, I would always despise this man.  

There was a knock on the door, and he stood up to get the door, while I stood there waiting for him. My hands were still cuffed behind me, pushing out my naked breast out. He came back to the couch, rolling a food cart into the room. 

He brought out a few plates and dropped them on the table. I still did not take a seat. He finished arranging breakfast on the table, and finally looked at me. 

"Since you do not wish to sit, I'm taking that privilege. Now kneel before your master." He commanded in a husky voice. 

I remained in my spot, unmoving, eyes daring him to do his worst. And yes he did do his worst. He pulled his phone from his pocket and the next thing I heard was, "Trash their house in manhattan, tell them it's a gift from their daughter and son-in-law," he ordered the person on the phone and ended the call. More streaks of tears rolled down my face, as he got off the call. 

Now my parents had to suffer too because I chose to be stupid, thankfully he was not going to kill them and I better obey now before he changed his mind on that. I lowered one knee toward the floor but he stopped me. 

"Not yet, since you're deciding to be stubborn," he got to his feet and brought out a small brown bag, that looked like a mini coin sack. He poured the contents into his palm and sprinkled it on the spot where he had asked me to kneel. He put the rest in his pocket and sat back down. 

"Now kneel," he ordered. 

I went on my knees, one leg after the other, and I almost screamed at the impact of the rough stones on my knee. 

Adrian had an evil grin on his face as he took the bowl of fruit and brought it closer to me. He picked one up and brought it to my lips. I knew better than to be more stubborn, I did not think I could handle more pain with these stones piercing into my flesh. I opened my mouth and he shoved a watermelon inside. 

The sweet taste of the fruits did nothing to take my mind away from all the pain on my burning knee, but I managed a faltering smile, as he fed me more fruit.

"Now that we are married," he said and took a bite of his food. "There are things I want to know about you. Everything actually, about you." 

"What do you care?" I shot back. "This arrangement is only six months, and why would you want to know more about someone you clearly hate." 

He chuckled and took another bite. "It saddens me that you think I hate you, Nicole. Since the first time we met three months ago, I have only had eyes for you, and I have only wanted you, so how can I hate you?" 

"What do you mean three months ago? We only met two days ago."

"Well, you're wrong. I knew you would not remember me, given how excited you were that day," he said with a knowing grin.

"What are you talking about?" My throat went dry at the thought that this was pre-planned. I would not put it past him to stalk me just because he felt inclined to do so. That would complete the formula for the creepiest asshole. 

"The day your father had given you a gift—a dress," he said casually and brought another bite of food to my mouth. 

"That was you?" I blurted in realization.

I could still remember that day. Dad had gone on a personal shopping trip with mom to buy me that dress, and my shoes. They took their time to wrap it up so specially, and I could not help the excitement that followed when I saw the large box sitting on my bed with two cards, one that said "with love from Mom and Dad," and another expressing how much they loved me. 

I had shown my interest in the dress before but only brought it up once, because it was really pricey. I knew they could afford it, but I would never bring myself to ask for something so extravagant, even from my parents. Without waiting a second to control my excitement, I ran downstairs, in my shorts that only covered half my ass and a large t-shirt that didn't do much either, with no bra on. 

I barged in happily and launched into my father's arms before I could even realize he had company—male company. Feeling embarrassed, I thanked my dad for the dress and excused myself without even looking at the guest. Now that I realized who the guest was, I could understand dad's cold and gloomy attitude towards my actions that day. 

"I must say you looked gorgeous in that dress," his voice broke me out of my thoughts and back to the harsh reality of the searing pain on my knee. "But seeing you flashing your fine ass like that, with your beautiful n*****s piercing through your shirt," he leaned down, so he was face to face with me. "I wanted you to be mine instantly, mine and mine alone. And honestly, I can't thank your father enough for not heeding my warning that day, because if he had, how would I have made you mine?" 

The words 'f**k you asshole,' rang in my brain, and before I would let them spilling past my lips, I chewed the inside of my cheek, to prevent me from speaking. "Then why are you torturing me?" I asked instead. 

"Because you need to learn some discipline. I would admit that you make me want to f**k you harder every time you are defiant, but still, I do not condone disobedience and disregard for me. So until you have learned to obey without complaints, we can't have a civilized relationship." 

"I don't want any civilized relationship," I yelled back. Tears stung my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. "For f***s sake I do not even want to be in this f*****g relationship with you. What I want is to go back home to my family, and I want the life that you snatched from me." 

He shrugged and smeared a grape into his mouth. "Suit yourself." he leaned back into the couch, spread his legs further, and placed one hand between his legs, while the other, stroked his strong jaw. If I did not know the monster living inside that beautiful body and handsome face, I would have gladly called him sexy. Why did he have to be so f*****g handsome, for heaven's sake?

"Raise one knee," he commanded, and I did as he said, wincing at the pain it caused. "Put it back down." I fell for his trap and put my knee back on the floor. The pain was excruciating this time because my knee had barely recovered from the initial pain. Hot tears threatened to spill, but I decided I would not let him see me cry, at least not anymore. 

"Raise the other," he ordered again. This time I was hesitant, unwilling to live a second time through that pain. "I can think of a more painful way to punish you, it all depends on you." he still had that evil smirk on. 

Reluctantly, I raised my other knee and put it back on the floor when he asked. Each time the pain only grew worse. He continued his commands for me to raise and drop my knees, enjoying my painful whimpers. All it would take to break the floodgates of tears dancing on my lids would be one word from me. If I had to speak during this painful punishment, I would not be able to hold back my tears. 

My face remained blank, as I kept switching knees, as he commanded after every few seconds. "You're stubborn. But I will have you know, that you will not stop until I see those tears falling. Stop holding them back, let go, and then you can stop." 

Ignoring him, I continued switching knees, my brain was going crazy with each painful switch. There was no getting used to this, it was too painful, but I would not give Adrian the satisfaction of seeing me cry again—or will I?

He must have realized that the only reason I was not crying was that I was not talking either. And of course, since he was an asshole, he decided to engage my words. 

"How does it feel Nicole?"

Don't ask because if I had a gun, I would f*****g blow your brains out right now. I did not bother giving him an answer, like a robot, I kept switching knees, on the floor that felt like a million spikes piercing into my knees. 

"Need I remind you that I demand an answer when I ask a question?" his voice was harsh and his jaw ticked in annoyance. "I'll ask again, how does it feel Nicole?" 

"P-painful," I stuttered, and as I spoke, my voice broke. 

"A little louder?" 

"It's painful," I said, and the first streak of tears rolled down. 

He had a half-smile on his face but still did not ask me to stop. "Do you want me to stop?"

My face was now red as more tears flowed uncontrollably from my face. "Yes, please stop." my voice was a little more than a whisper, and now I was fighting to keep my balance. 

"Would you be a good girl if I stop?"

"Yes," I cried, "Yes, I'll do anything you say, just please stop." 

He chuckled humorlessly and straightened his back on the couch. "Ask like the good little girl you are." 

Without thinking twice, I did as he said. "Please master, please stop." 

That was all he needed to hear to end the torment. "You can stop now." 

He got to his feet and walked behind me. The next second I could feel the cuffs loosen, and his arms around me picking me up from the ground. My knees buckled, too weak to hold my body, but he held me against his sturdy body. For once I did not mind him being so close to me, my entire body had given up on me. My knee was sore and red, but not bleeding, my face was soaked in tears, my hands were numb and unresponsive, my eyes swollen and red too. I was a total mess. 

He brought me to the couch and made me sit on his lap. I did not bother fighting it, there was really no strength left to fight in me. He held me around my waist with one hand and picked up a sandwich with the other. 

"Now that we have an understanding, we can have a peaceful breakfast free from biting remarks and outbursts," he brought his hand to my lips, and I opened up without a protest, "like a normal couple."